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All Flemister had to do was to rout out his miners over his own telephones, jump onto the hand-car again, and come back in time to show up to you." Lidgerwood was frowning thoughtfully. "Then both of them must have come back; or, no that must have been your third man who tried to flag Cranford down. Judson, I've got to know who that third man is.
The arrest will be made quietly. Judson understands that. There is another man that we've got to have, and there is no time just now to go after him." "Who is the other man?" asked Benson. "It is Flemister; the man who has the stolen switching-engine boxed up in a power-house built out of planks sawed from your Gloria bridge-timbers." "I told you so!" exclaimed the young engineer. "By Jove!
"You were right about the track connection at Silver Switch. It is in; Flemister put it in himself a month ago when he had a car-load of coal taken up to the back door of his mine." "Did you go up over the spur?" "Yes; and I had my trouble for my pains. Before I go any further, Lidgerwood, I'd like to ask you one question: can we afford to quarrel with Mr. Pennington Flemister?"
Gridley was the man who helped Flemister last night at Silver Switch with Hallock trying again to stop him, and Judson trying to keep tab on Hallock, and getting him mixed up with Gridley at every turn, even to mistaking Gridley's voice and his shadow on the window-curtain for Hallock's.
Then some of the hidden things began to define themselves in the light of this astounding revelation: Hallock's unwillingness to go to Flemister for the proof of his innocence in the building-and-loan matter; his veiled warning that evil, and only evil, would come upon all concerned if Lidgerwood should insist; the invasion of the service-car at Copah by the poor demented creature whose cry was still for vengeance upon her betrayer.
You couldn't call either of them a bonanza, but they are both shipping fair ore in good quantities." "Flemister," said the president reflectively. "He's a character. Know him personally, Howard?" "A little," the superintendent admitted. "A little is a-plenty. It wouldn't pay you to know him very well," laughed the big man good-naturedly.
"I'm needing it, all right," admitted the trainmaster. And then; "Was this passenger wreck another of the 'assisted' ones?" "It was. Two men broke a rail-joint on Little Butte side-cutting for my special and caught the delayed passenger instead. Flemister was one of the two." "And the other?" said McCloskey. Lidgerwood did not name the other.
Instantly Lidgerwood began turning the memory pages in an effort to recall where he had seen the man before, but it was not until Flemister began to speak that he remembered his first day in authority, the wreck at Gloria Siding, and the man who had driven up in a buckboard to hold converse with the master-mechanic.
This was an even half of the mystery, and the other half was quite as puzzling. Who was the third man? Was he a confederate in the plot, or was he also following to spy upon the conspirators? Judson was puzzled, but he did not let his bewilderment tangle the feet of his principal purpose, which was to keep Flemister and his reluctant accomplice in sight.
Ferguson refused to dig into anybody's old graveyard, and so did Cumberley. But Lidgerwood won't refuse. He is going to be the just judge, if not the very terrible." "Still, I don't see," persisted Flemister. "Don't you? Hallock will be obliged to justify himself to Lidgerwood, and he can't. In fact, there is only one man living to-day who could fully justify him." "And that man is "
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